Page 46 of The Power Play

Instead, I step back while my dick protests behind my slacks that I’m putting distance between us. “I should probably go to bed; we leave in the morning.”

The look she gives me appears to show disappointment, but only for a second. Then it’s gone. I bend down to grab my bag on the floor, hoisting it back over my shoulder, giving her a closed lip smile before turning to go toward my room.

Her hand touches my arm, stopping me. I turn to face her thinking maybe she will do it. She will ask me for something more to happen. Take control of the situation for me that I’m unable to do right now.

Instead, she presses up on her toes and grazes her lips over mine for a fleeting second. It’s barely a kiss, but she doesn’t give me the chance to press further either.

“Goodnight, Charlie,” she turns and walks toward her room.

I’m pretty sure she knows exactly what she’s doing to me, and fuck do I want more of it.

I would loveto say that I slept extremely well last night and that I’m bright eyed and bushy tailed for my trip today. But that would be an extreme lie. I tossed and turned for countless hours. At one point I got up and just stared at my bedroom door. I knew that if I opened it, I would find myself outside Audrey’s room, and who knows what that could’ve led to.

Orgasms always help me sleep, so I tried jacking off, but even that didn’t work because just the thought of her isn’t enough anymore. She wasn’t touching me, I wasn’t touching her, so it wasn’t enough and I was left completely unsatisfied.

I’m one of the last to board our plane, keeping my sunglasses on and headphones in as I sit in the open seat next to Dumont hoping he doesn’t try to talk to me. Of course, I wouldn’t be so lucky because he’s a talkative guy.

I should’ve sat next to McQuaid.

Once we’ve taken off, I notice Dumont looking at me like he’s dying to talk. I ignore him for a while until finally sighing and taking out my headphones.

“What’s going on with you and Audrey?” he blurts immediately.

“What do you mean?”

He rolls his eyes, “Come on. I’m in love with her best friend, she hears things. I hear things.”

“Then you know already. I’m not going to gossip with you like a teenage girl.”

“That’s not what I’m trying to do. I’m trying to make sure you’re not going to hurt her. Because if you do then she will be upset, go to Chandler who will get upset, then I’ll have to be upset.”

I raise my eyebrow, giving him a sideways glance. “What makes you thinkIwould be the one to hurther?Maybe she’s preparing to break my heart.”

“Good point. That’s probably more realistic. Okay, then I’m looking out for my teammate, so we don’t get totally fucked this season because you get your heart broken.”

I sigh, “Look, I don’t know what’s happening, okay? I…fuck man I like her, and I just don’t know how she feels. She seems to be more about the…fun.”

He nods knowingly. “Yeah, Chan has said she doesn’t really do relationships. So, then be down for the fun.”

“I’m trying. I just…like I said Ilikeher.”

“Coming from someone in a totally normal, committed, and loving relationship–”

There’s a loud scoff that comes from the seat one row up and McQuaid turns around, clearly having been listening. “Continue that sentence, Dumont. Please.”

“Fuck off, McQuaid, you don’t know shit about how to get a woman to like you back without practically forcing her,” Dumont retorts.

“It seems to have worked. Chandler likes my methods. You know her favorite is when I–”

“Enough,” Collee’s deep ass voice interrupts from behind us. “You both are clearly not going to be very helpful for what Mann is wanting.”

“I can help,” our goalie, Colver, pops in from my left.

I groan at how this simple conversation turned into an entire team affair. I’m just waiting for the rest of the guys on the plane to join in with their opinions.

“Do you even have a girlfriend, Colver?” McQuaid asks.

“Not exactly. I have a girl, but she’s not really…mine. Yet.”

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